The Beginning of The End

"And in the outward air again 
I filled with woes the passing 
wind." 
-Wm. Blake 

Angel mine 
arrive, arrive 
in an evening haunted 
of Summer's presage- 
upward there, the cornering thunder 
strives and whitest 
flashes alight 
the cool sky/ 
Dusk drawn spectres. 

-T. Byron Kelly
5/17/2002 
Revised
7/3/2008